Throw me the cross, I fuse to my heart Pray for release, I am so cold & so weak But relentless I stand.
Our quest incomplete, Cross hits the ground We have yet to defeat, Our heroism confound
Through the mists the scent of the dead awakens Shreds our morale, Our gruesome fate it beckons
Our quest incomplete, The winds bare no sound All machines named obsolete, Our wounds tightly bound
Lightning strikes, Forces us to shelter The sky’s domain it soils the land with acid rain Cleanses our wounds Corrosion drips from rusted towers Concealing us throughout the showers The heavens bleed while the clouds churn out burning ashes Silhouetting this temple, Unveiling our castle A haven for us, A shrine to rebuild our faith again
The metallic messiah appears so viscous No chamber could overwhelm its existence Our final twelve consumed by this Abnormal Leviathan
Appearance of liquid steel Aware still I grip my shield
And suddenly a tremble of stone From the awakening of what lies beneath
Engulfed by a mechanical mucus Clarity of our in-existence made visible
Encased within this iron womb We have chosen our fate We have created our tombTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
